-As if this place couldn't get any more strange.
Crona could feel the sudden drop in his stomach the moment the door hit its stopper- what lied within the doorway was nothing he had ever expected to see. There, starting back at him with large crafted eyes was a man wearing one of the most outrageous full head masks the meister had ever gotten the chance to see. The bear mask itself seemed to have a pattern one would use for a bad sweater, proudly showing off its crossed lines and warm colors as if it were trying to draw the most attention at a holiday event. Its bared teeth seemed to be grinning back at the other occupants in the room despite of the lack of any positivity behind it, leaving it resting there uselessly as the awkward tension continued to build within the room.
In conclusion: This man was horrifying.
As much as his mind wanted him to ask questions about the newfound situation, the child's attention was suddenly drawn back to the witch's desk as a loud 'wood-on-wood' screech disturbed the silence within the room. As Crona's eyes caught up to her, he managed to catch the last few swings of the sorcerous' hand as she motion the man behind him towards another one of the room's empty chairs.
"I would suggest sitting down for a bit, unless you want to stand between the rooms for ten minutes. Make sure to close the door behind you too, the last thing we need to hear that horrid echo while we talk".
Silently, the pinkette merely watched on at the room's other occupants moved around into more fitting resting positions. The head of the group immediately flopped down her own chair behind her desk before dragging it along with her into the open space below. The moment it was clear that everyone has finally settled in, the witch finally began the meeting with a quick clear of the throat, followed by the much needed explanation after it.
"Now then, now that everyone's comfortable, we can get straight to the important part. Crona, this is Tezca; he will be your trainer from now on while you settle in with the shop. Tezca, meet Crona, this is the big boss's, Medusa's, child. He will be working with everyone from now on".
Without missing a beat, the witch casually placed her covered elbows on the desk and rested her chin upon her folded hands, quickly picking up where she left off without a moment passing her by.
"The two of you will be working together until the newbie seems fit enough to start working solo. Tezca, for the next couple of days I want you to show Crona how things work around the shop - have him start doing some of the little things to help get him started. You can show him around anywhere you'd like except the blocked off area in the back, the extension crew doesn't want anyone going in there until all of the walls are completely finished".
Even though he knew he should have his full attention on what the manager was saying, the swordsman could help but through nervous glances towards the man next to him every time the lady pointed him out on something. So, this was the person whom he would have to stick with throughout the day; a tall, bear-wearing masked man who probably didn't want to be here as much as Crona himself did. Speaking of which, how often did this Tezca person wear his mask to work anyway? Does he keep it on as part of his job, or does it only take it off for certain occasions?
Does he ever take it off?
....How did the shop ever find a guy like that in the first place?
The sudden rise of tone finally brought Crona back to the witch with full attention. Now, instead of sitting comfortably in the little space behind the wooden desk, the manager now stood tall above the scattered furniture with her arms crossed neatly across her chest, staring.
"Finally, I want you two to stay together as much as you possibly can for now. Don't go wandering off somewhere without telling the other where you're going. If a costumer comes up asking for help, I'd rather have someone who knows the layout around to pass the question to if Crona is still having trouble at that point".
With that, the sorcerous placed both hands firmly on the desk's surface; her eyes flickering back and forth between the two as if waiting for someone to speak up or say something useful.
